Kelly began to moan softly, spreading her legs even wider. She was beginning to wake up. Just a few minutes longer I thought, risking being caught was...worth this pleasure, my still drunken mind rationalized. I began to slide the head of the dildo in and out her now very wet pussy. "Lick my pussy Lisa. Oh yeeeesss" she suddenly moaned out load. I increased the speed and depth of my dildo fucking. "Fuck me Lisa! Fuck my cunt!" she cried out softly. Her hand reached down between her legs and began. AGAIN!!!She, when they hired her, had appeared as a VERY prim and proper young lady. He had had her interview wearing a knee length plaid skirt, a white, frilly blouse, and, of all things, old-fashioned saddle shoes, of the type worn in the 50s and 60s. Her hair had been in "Poodle-Ears," and was barely to her shoulders. She had even worn round, horn-rim glasses. She was the picture of innocence. She HAD come armed with a degree in accounting, a CPA certification, and a folder full of letters. As she drew her fingers back, and up, she pulled the tiny folds aside to expose a very small and very narrow pink passage, wet and slick with her desire. "Think of that fat cock you just enjoyed" demanded Joan as she slipped one long thin red nail slowly, very slowly, into her tiny slit. Jim/Jimmy hearing these words knew exactly what Joan was doing. He loved this part where Joan introduced herself as the "virgin wife", unable to meet the sexual needs of her husband. The reality was his wife. They were swirls of color, going in and out. Alice followed each pattern with rapt attention, until she was under a deep trance. Her mind was blank, and yet it was happy, free, and content. She must have watched the swirls for hours, or maybe days, she wasn't sure. The entire time, she could hear voices whispering in her ear. Sometimes, it was the girl, Grace. Other times, it was the voice she already knew so well, Robert. Other times, it was Daniel, who's equally seductive voice was becoming.